They’d promised to take me to see the snow ten years ago, and now they’re taking Amara.
I pulled myself out of these memories.
Elias, driving beside me, handed me a tissue.
I was stunned for a moment before noticing my eyes were already wet.
When I agreed to participate in Alpha King’s 10-year closed Lycan Augmentation Protocol, I thought I’d moved on.
I now realise that recalling those memories still brought tears to my eyes.
It’s okay.
People simply need more time to forget and let go.
I returned to the military camp, settled into the dormitory, and continued to work on my body augmentation research.
The following day, while packing with Elias, I ran into the Sutton brothers again.
They were with Amara, most likely because she had suddenly decided to visit our pack’s military camp.
The Sutton brothers were now the Pack Alphas, with the potential to challenge for the next Alpha King position despite their youth.
Their visit to the military camp was unsurprising.
I pretended not to notice them and continued to organise my luggage.
But Amara dragged them to sit near me.
I occasionally heard the girl’s giggling voice.
Colton appeared uncomfortable and tried several times to stop her, but she kept talking.
Maddox gently reminded her, “Behave yourself.”
When I was little, Maddox would sigh and tell me, “Next time, behave yourself.”
After packing everything, especially putting all of my parents’ belongings in a box, I felt like I couldn’t breathe and went outside for some water.
When I returned after collecting myself, Amara held the box containing my parents’ mementos.
The Sutton brothers were talking about development plans with the research director.
Amara, alone with my parents’ belongings, hurriedly threw the box into the military camp’s incinerator.
I couldn’t react quickly enough. I knocked her to the ground, but it was too late; the fire had already consumed my box.
She immediately fell to the ground, screaming and crying aloud.
Everyone at the military camp turned to look.
I wasn’t concerned about them. With trembling hands and fighting my primal fear, I attempted to save my parents’ belongings from the incinerator.
But everything was gone. The fire destroyed the growth journals my parents had prepared for me, their letters, and everything else related to my parents, leaving only ashes and debris.
My head was buzzing.
The Sutton brothers rushed over to the commotion and immediately demanded, without investigation:
“Sabrina, why did you push Amara!”
Maddox helped Amara to her feet, his expression irritated.
More people gathered around.
Elias dashed over when he heard the commotion.
He looked at me, then at the nearby incinerator, and could tell what had happened by my expression.
“She destroyed your parents’ mementos!” he exclaimed.
Theo’s angry expression froze instantly. He came over and looked at me.
After a long pause, he frowned, “That’s impossible. Amara wouldn’t…”
“Let’s go,” I interrupted, looking calmly at Elias.
How strange.
I should’ve been furious. I should have lost control like so many times before, yelling at Amara or even getting physical. Then, given the brothers’ bias and indulgence towards Amara, I should have lost control and gotten into a heated argument with them. But at the moment, all I wanted to do was leave.
I’d been arguing with them for four years.
Throughout those four years, the outcome remained consistent.
I did not want to argue anymore.
After all, in a few days, I’d be gone.
I walked out of the military camp, holding the ashes of my parents’ belongings.
Colton followed me.
I heard his voice, detached as usual, but with a hint of discomfort:
“Amara went too far this time, but don’t blame her. She’s just jealous that you get to be with us while she was lost outside the pack.”
